The hills are alive with the sound of music.
With songs they have sung for a thousand years.
the hills fill my heart with the sound of music.
My heart wants to sing every song it hears.
Pre-Chorus
My heart wants beat like the wings of the birds that rise from the lake to the trees.
My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies from the church on a breeze
To laugh like a brook when it trips and falls over stones on its way.
To sing through the night like a lark who is learning to pray.
I go to the hills when my heart is lonely
I know I will hear what I've heard before
My heart will be blessed with the sound of music And I'll sing once more